We've been traveling for the last week, visiting family, seeing new places, and today is the last day of the trip. We've seen a lot of beautiful places; temperate rainforest, mountain glaciers, coastal cliffs, ocean breakers, expansive orchards and vineyards, and beautiful verdant rolling farms tucked in amidst deep green douglass fir forest. All of it almost painfully beautiful. But as much as I've enjoyed the various sights, sounds, and smells of the trip, my homing instinct is stronger. We launch the last leg of the drive today - barring any problems, we'll be home before dark. Home to my little 1/4 acre of parched grass and half-planted vegetable patch. Home to my wonderful soft comfy bed. Home to my four silly chickens and the beautiful cat with anger issues. Home to fruit trees that need spraying, weeds that need pulling, and wasp nests under the picnic table. Home to neighbor kids knocking on the door, dirty laundry, flies in the kitchen, bills, tracked in dirt, and dishes in the sink.
I can't wait.